Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

After chatting for a while, Ying watched the pot eagerly, waiting for the two executives to go into the pot, wash up and change clothes, and then come to the teleportation anchor point of Wangshu Inn together.

"Keqing and Xiangling must be getting impatient..." Ying muttered, looked around, and walked towards the kitchen.

Su Ming followed behind Ying and yawned.

A few days ago, when Xiao and Childe were in Liyue Harbor, they didn't encounter this task. Now they don't have to fight it but have to go to Wangshu Inn.

He even thought that this was occupied by the character...

The sun was setting, and the fiery red light spread across the sky, making the entire inn glow with gold.

Su Ming looked at the clouds in the sky and sighed slightly.

Paimon's ears were pointed, and he turned his head immediately, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing?"

When Su Ming sighed, it was either because he was speechless about other people's imagination, or because he was planning to use his imagination to kill others.

"The sunset is a bit like the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that I used to eat in the cafeteria..." Su Ming muttered, spreading his hands, "The kind without the eggs in it."

Paimon tilted his head and looked at the Young Master, "Is the food in the Fatui cafeteria so bad?"

What kind of scrambled eggs with tomatoes doesn’t have even a single egg in it?

"There's nothing like these in the Fatui's cafeteria." Tartaglia stretched, and the setting sun cast on his body as if it were gilded.

He lowered his elbow again and placed it on Su Ming's shoulder for support. "We don't have this kind of dark cuisine in our cafeteria."

Tomatoes and eggs, his master could never have imagined them before coming to Liyue.

"Let's be reasonable. The Fatui's cafeteria is full of dark dishes." Su Ming glanced at the young master, walked towards the inn, and said softly: "I still have a long-term rental room in Wangshu Inn. You can go and rest for a while."

Hearing this, Tartaglia touched his ankle and then the bandage around his elbow.

I wasn't hurt in the fight, but the injuries I got due to bad luck were indeed outrageous.

"That makes sense." Tartaglia yawned and looked at Su Ming again, "Give me some sleeping pills. I want to have a good rest."

Su Ming silently took out a bottle of medicine and took out a pot, "Deep sleep should go to the pot."

With Tartaglia's warrior instinct, even if he was given a three-ton tank of sleeping pills in an unfamiliar place, his subconscious mind would keep struggling to stay awake.

"Let's go." Tartaglia touched the pot in Su Ming's hand and entered it. "Remember to call me for dinner. I want to eat apple pie today."

Su Ming nodded and looked at the blonde girl who had stopped.

Ying blinked and said skillfully, "He wants apple pie, what about you?"

I'm used to it. It's another day of being treated as a cook.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork." Su Ming thought for a moment and added, "Tomato scrambled eggs with eggs, and shredded potatoes with vinegar."

Ying tilted her head, "Don't you want to eat anything else?"

"No need..." Xiangling poked her head out from the stairs and walked over, avoiding the rolling rice crust. "He likes home-cooked dishes. These three are enough. Then serve him a bowl of white rice and put the dishes on it."

"As expected, my sister understands me." Su Ming grabbed Xiangling's head randomly and stood at the stairs looking at Keqing in the kitchen. "Miss Keqing, maybe we won't have time to meet until after the Moon Festival. Is that okay?"

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Su." Keqing nodded, her expression cold but a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Su Ming again, "Does Mr. Su often stay at Wangshu Inn?"

"I'm just used to creating a familiar environment for myself wherever I go." Su Ming smiled, put his left hand on the back of Ying's head, and his right hand on the back of Xiangling's head, and pushed them to the kitchen. "Ms. Keqing, what do you know about the Kitchen God?"

Hearing this, Keqing sighed helplessly, "I just came to Guiliji to learn more."

At this point, Yan Xiao, who was standing next to Keqing and peeling almonds seriously, suddenly raised his head, "Keqing? Ah... the one among the seven stars..."

"I'm not here on business today." Keqing was startled, then quickly explained, "I just heard that the Kitchen God appeared in Guiliji a long time ago, so I came here specifically to find some ancient books and relics to learn more about it."

Yan Xiao opened his mouth and scratched the back of his head before speaking, "Yes, yes, yes, ancient books... I have seen recipes in the ancient books of the inn before..."

Xiangling blinked, and looked at Yanxiao in front of her with curiosity in her big eyes.

A sturdy body, powerful wrists, and simple eyes... this man must be a good cook!!!

Xiangling's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to rush over and start a cooking competition to learn from each other.

"That's great..." Keqing breathed a sigh of relief. She finally found some clues.

"I'll go find some ancient books for you. Wait a moment." Yan Xiao nodded, and looked at the blonde girl beside him in embarrassment, "Traveler, I don't know if you have time. I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Su Ming blinked, stood beside Yan Xiao and stretched out his hand.

The skin of an almond was wrinkled by blisters and stuck to Yan Xiao's hair.

Su Ming, who suffers from occasional obsessive-compulsive disorder, can't stand it!